"Come now Sammy, its like when we used to wrestle and I'd force you to to smell my feet, it can't be any worse since then" Dean said playfully.
"Dean come on, just let me out. This isn't funny" Sam continued.
"Well little bro I got to keep you safe in this state and what better place than right with your big bro" Dean chuckled as he lowered the sock down to his foot.
"Don't do this Dean, I'll kill you when I get out" Sam started screaming
Dean only grinned as he slowly inserted his feet into the sock. He could feel Sam banging against his moist soles trying to get out. However just like when they were kids, Dean never lost a fight.
To Sam, the smell only got worse. He saw the toe-jam infested digits slowly taking over the cotton prison. At first he tried to run but soon the large foot was upon him. The musky smell caused him to gag and dry heave and he started to bang onto the fleshy captor and try to escape. However he knew that at this size he wouldn't cause any damage, he had only hoped that it would annoy his brother enough to let him out.
Dean only laughed at the tiny struggles, the minuscule hands tickling his feet. In response he wiggled his toes and entrapped his bros head between his big and middle toe. This only intensified the struggles. Dean knew he feet stank and secretly he loved tormenting people with them. Whether it be taking off his shoes and letting the odor fill the room to forcing his bro to smell them raw. However he was soon getting bored. Not wanting this brotherly bonding to end so soon he decided to...
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